Find myself picking up the pieces of me that you discarded So this is what they talk about when they say broken hearted Thought I was a together kind of person ,the type who had it handled As fate would have it I'm exploding like a roman candle, oh,
And it’s pretty in the sky Such a beautiful way to die But I want my sparkle back Why does it always fade to black?
We never said goodbye, at least you don’t get to see me cry, cry, cry At least you don’t get to see me cry, cry, cry, cry, cry